~Vivian~
I woke to Nathan's alarm at 5:30 AM, just like every weekday for the past five years. He slapped it off and rolled out of bed without a word, heading straight for his shower. The bathroom door closed with its familiar click, and I lay there in the pre-dawn darkness, still caught between the dreams I'd had and the reality I'd woken to.
My body still hummed from last night - from the shower, from the memories, from the messages I'd saved under a lie. The sheets felt too rough against my sensitive skin, like everything had been turned up to eleven and I couldn't find the volume control.
Nathan emerged twenty minutes later in a towel, whistling. He only whistled when money was involved.
"Morrison wants to celebrate the deal properly," he announced, pulling on his Princeton underwe
